Morningstar Angel Novels & Stories

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

Angel opened her mouth about to drive Gamma away, but then her mother's voice interrupted behind her. "Who is it, Angel?" her mother had appeared behind Angel, and then was stunned. Angel could imagine her mother's gaping expression and she didn't have to look back to confirm it. "Gamma?" her mother's voice was filled with shock. "Why are you here so early?" Gamma immediately spread his charm, his smile was meant to melt the hearts of any woman, including Angel's mother. "Good morning, Madame, I'm going to pick up Angel." Angel's mother immediately melted mercilessly. "Geez, you picked up Angel yourself? Come on, come on in. You must not have breakfast, let's have breakfast first."

Somehow that surprised me but I was happy to hear I was not the only person who felt this way. “Who owns this place?” Mason whispered. This was the kind of place you did not speak loudly and there was piano music playing in the speakers on the ceiling. “Alpha Maverick and his sister. I got the impression she does most of it but it is a joint business.” I said looking around. Two ladies were trying to hang a poster up on my right. I was about to go help them but another lady approached us. “Good Morning! Welcome to Angel’s. Can I help you look for anything today?” She was sweetly looking between us. Shit, this better not look like we are a couple. Before I could speak, Mason had to add his tw

*:first-child]:mt-0 [&_>*:last-child]:mb-0"> Angelina POV I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the morning sunshine streaming through the glass roof, but it was completely useless. I finally gave up, groaning as I pushed myself up to sit in the center of the massive bed. My eyes were still half-closed, my hair was a tangled rat's nest, and the cord of my earphones was tightly woven into a knot of hair near my ear.

He winks at me “She has a point though Ma, why would Angel be better than her? Angel refuses to sleep with customers and wears a mask to hide her identity and yet it’s Angel who draws in more customers here at the nightclub.” I sighed and went to clean up some dirty tables, wondering why people would want Angel than the other dancers. “Married men want what they can’t have sweetie, even more so when the girl’s acting all mysterious.” He chuckled “Hey Benj!” our boss Mr. Matthews greeted with a friendly grin “Is Angel in yet?” he asks

It wasn’t the right time. "The things we booked will arrive in the morning okay. Its Sunday tomorrow, let’s go city hunting. Picnic hmmm"? He combed Liam's hair with his fingers, trying to tone down his thumping heart. He was Jeffery's baby brother. Lucas was a mafia. He shouldn’t involve Liam in all his mess. He should not involve Liam in the game of death.

Threatening messages from investors kept flooding in, while the media wrote stories of— “The downfall of Morgan Alexander, the arrogant businessman finally undone by his scandal.” His mind was chaos. He buried his face in his hands. Everything he had built with years of toil had crumbled in an instant. Suddenly, the sound of high heels echoed closer. Gentle, yet filled with confidence. The door opened, and Angelica appeared. She looked enchanting in an elegant gown, a faint smile gracing her lips. Unlike Fiona’s explosive rage, Angelica exuded a calm yet dangerous aura. “Morgan, I heard the news… and I know now that you have truly reached your lowest point. In three days you’ve gone bankrupt

{Alora’s POV} Morning felt thinner than usual, as though the air itself had decided not to interfere with whatever I was about to do. I stepped onto the sidewalk with one name pressing steadily against the inside of my mind. Morningstar. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. News articles praised him. Financial columns dissected him. Commentators speculated about him. Yet none of it offered something as simple as where he slept, or where he could be found without invitation. But I was determined.

[Rachel’s POV] I tilted my head, frowning as I looked down at Victor lying in the muddy pit. He was covered in filth. His fingers were torn open, flesh split, blood smeared across his entire body. “I came here to tell you something. From today onward, the Medici family will belong to me, including all its real estate and assets.” I shook the contract in my hand and added calmly, “From this moment on, I am the Donna of the Medici family.”

VINCENT Morning came, and nothing had changed. The sunlight was out, but it didn't do a damn thing to melt the frost that had settled over the house. Angel sat across from me at the breakfast table, eating her eggs dully. Her eyes stayed fixed on her plate. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t acknowledge my existence beyond what was strictly required to share the same space. Not even a good morning. None of her usual soft murmur as she passed my chair, no fleeting touch of her hand against my shoulder.